Mischievous child, put down your bow. That is gear for a man, not the chubby darling of love. I use the same weapon to wound my enemies, slay Python and hunt wild beasts. Content yourself with your torch to inflame hearts, leave the bow to your betters! Continue reading →

Father, do you love me?Of course, I do my youngest. My day-and-night.
Do you really?Yes, yes I do. You know I cannot lie to you, Flame-eye
Prove it to me. Send me down a joyful man, a man worthy of me. Continue reading →

A woman frantically spins a crystal in the light from the window making rainbows swirl around the room. “Iris, storm-footed and golden winged, you who nursed my child when I could not, hear me. My boy has been taken from his cradle by Apollon, furious to behold. Tell his father! Bring my baby back!”